| I keep it poppin in the city and it’s harder than the column
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| Lock it, if not then we gon' do it with the quickness, and the holy 'ah
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| Swifter with the thought, is they slippery, liberty or not?
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| I’m stuck up in the prison, religion, and do you see the cause?
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| Hatin in the temple, we got it, is you ready or not?
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| As-Salaam Alaikum, can’t break 'em unless the hatin stops
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| Clockin in the nation, wanted my presence in the séance
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| God, I’m a play on, mosiac, don’t even say it
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| Okay, no way, 55, no ways
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| That’s the way we play, all day, all day
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| Christ, slice the diamonds in the knife
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| Yes, B.B. I’m the best, most definitely
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| Hefty, the water is so maximum, then holla back at 'em
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| «You got 'em Daddy? |
| «We gon' mash on 'em (mash on 'em)
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| Ghetto harmony, the army in the faction of the masses
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| Mob Life, Soprano, my nigga with no apples
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| Baby chill, you know that you gon' be all right
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| And everything is tight, stars in the sky and a little of the moonlight
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| Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner
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| Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner
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| Baby chill, you know that you gon' be all right
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| And everything is tight, stars in the sky and a little of the moonlight
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| Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner
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| Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner
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| Okay I’ll do it for the money, the chains and the bracelets
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| Caddy coupes and the Maybach too, daily I be chasin it
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| Nigga I’m impatient with it, all the time I’m tryin to get it
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| All about perfect timin, dig it? |
| I’m a giant, you a midget
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| I could talk or show my digits, put that on my love
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| You talk about it, we live it, put that on my thug
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| We thugged out niggas, from the St. Clair area
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| Still got bank that’s buried up, these motherfuckers is scared to touch
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| Rush up on a nigga with the wig split still
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| Even though these niggas sue I gotta keep it real
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| For the house up on the hill, I murda murda kill
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| That there is where I live, up there we do it big
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| Protected by Jesus, stand back, back
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| Artillery shops so stacked up; |
| I be waitin for a nigga to act up
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| My ride down’s a smooth one, these guns man I use them
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| Most times I got two guns, I’m a burst and I’m a fool son
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| Baby chill, you know that you gon' be all right
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| And everything is tight, stars in the sky and a little of the moonlight
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| Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner
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| Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner
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| Baby chill, you know that you gon' be all right
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| And everything is tight, stars in the sky and a little of the moonlight
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| Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner
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| Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner
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| Now what are you thinkin about, leavin me stranded, I didn’t plan it
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| Fresh Ralph Laurens, umbrellas to limos, still standin
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| Check the watch baby, wait, I must do business alone
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| Give me problems when I come home, now you in the zone
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| I’m makin love, let you know it’s the choices of a dove
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| Who hardcore? |
| Genesis baby, this is the cov'
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| Second God and give me immaterial love fo' sho'
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| No Eve, not an angel in sight, baby you know
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| When it’s over then it’s over, you can put it on, oh
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| There they go, watchin mental where your spirit and soul
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| Never been married and my brother’s been murdered, but momma boast
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| Close the case, then we gone, spend eternity with the Lord
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| No sentence, no repentance, just clean clothes in the ward
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| Huh, we in the yard, Allahu Akbar give me the swords
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| Slap skins with the homie, watchin my mother and child
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| Worship no cow, Thug love, baby you know my style
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| Baby chill, you know that you gon' be all right
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| And everything is tight, stars in the sky and a little of the moonlight
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| Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner
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| Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner
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| Baby chill, you know that you gon' be all right
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| And everything is tight, stars in the sky and a little of the moonlight
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| Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner
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| Ride to the rhythm of a prisoner |